Shantih Journal 2.1 - Page 24

signals his brain would send to his fingers when he thought he was typing at his computer. The act of typing must be necessary then. Why did they need login pages and cellphone apps? Perhaps there were others in this machine, each contributing to each other’s illusion. Or maybe the illusion is so close to the reality the conspirators lived in that people outside of the machine also need login pages. But he still didn’t understand. “Why should I want anything?” He asked Miku Hatsune, “Wouldn’t they want me to be happy? Or, at least, happier?” Why couldn’t he even have sex, if a woman was just a few electro-chemical signals away? Maybe sex did something to their hardware. That would explain why there’s a shame element to human sexuality, even masturbation. But why was human touch so rare when it would be as easy to create as a chair or a cat? After a few moments, he felt more stable. David removed his blankets of felt, wool, pleather, cotton, velvet and other fabrics, walked to his computer underneath the Miku Hatsune poster, logged into his client’s database, copied and pasted a piece of completed code, and clocked out for the day. For what he was giving the conspirators, David thought there should be more of an incentive than money. Living on only 20% of his income, he had made enough and wanted so few material things that the whole concept became moot. He viewed money like points in Sonic the Hedgehog - the points don’t matter, but it’s better to have more than less once you’ve defeated the bad guy. It’s just better. The bus is where David was probably infected, though the grocery store was a lesser possibility. The bus is also where David finally made sense of the world. He was looking out the window like he is now, wondering if the windows were actually showing him the outside or if they were some kind of futuristic television set. “Is the bus going anywhere? Or is this just a simulation ride? How can I tell the difference between a pothole and hydraulics made to simulate going over a pothole? If theme parks can do it…” Theme parks somehow triggered the thought of Quark’s business on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, which in turn triggered the idea of the holodeck, a programmed holographic reality. A holodeck could make an enclosed space seem infinite, the immaterial seem material. But there was still the question of touch. In the Star Trek universe, the holographic 24